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Jan 2020
There are noxious nights when the buried blade in my heart twists tight, driving me to despair.
I find myself at
- the ridges of reason
- the shoals of sorrow
- the heights of hope
                             the depths of darkness
excavating every cadaverous corner of my mind.
I am searching for a beacon to guide me back to her. It is then that I realize the truth ...
🕯Appo Deepo Bhava 🕯
Inspired by Sheryl Way's  "Invisible" on Poetizer.
Written by
Michael Marro  53/M/Nashville, TN USA
(53/M/Nashville, TN USA)   
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